Knowing something is tricky because what “you may know” is not always what you do know, but from what I know is simply this; life isn’t easy. Yes, maybe that may be a cliché phrase that has lost all meaning due to this generation but sadly it is true.
Before I get into this, there are a few things you should know. I know what it's like to have grown up with horrible parents to each other never to me or my sister. In kindergarten I wished every birthday candle every penny thrown into a fountain etc. for my parents to get a divorce. At the time I never knew how lucky I was for having a full house with all my family and took it for granted. Sadly the truth is they finally did get separated (the proper term because they were never married). For those of you reading this who do have both your parents still happily married or alive my advice is this don't take it for granted! I grew up as a middle child which meant I couldn't make any mistakes my older sister made and I had to be a good role model and best friend to my little sister. My older sister was never around much so I never really got to know her and I hated my little sister when i was younger but now I realize she’s amazing and I love her and she's my best friend.
In 2012 on February 2, around 7:30 I got into a head on collision. I was in the car with my dad and my little sister, and I was sitting in the back with no seatbelt on. There was a guitar next to me and very little legroom. I remember singing and talking and then all of sudden waking up to a cold place and weird taste in my mouth like i had just grinded up my teeth and then put it in my mouth. I can’t remember what was real and what wasn’t but I’m pretty sure I opened the door and tried to walk but fell to the ground. I got back in the car and remember not knowing where my dad or sister was. A voice yelled out “SAM” I knew it was my father's voice. Then I saw my sister in the front seat. When the ambulance arrived and got my sister all ready to go she kept shouting “is this a dream” all I could think to do was laugh. My dad and sister got in the first ambulance and I had to wait a while until my chariot arrived. I felt alone and also I didn’t know how to feel at all at the same time. My mother was in San Diego for a work conference and couldn’t get on the road until the next day. When I arrived at the hospital, the emergency room was filled with nice helping people. They kept bringing me warm blankets because I kept shivering. I believe I was in shock but I can’t recall. They put me in a colorful room surrounded by murals on the walls and my sister was lying on the bed next to mine. She said in a sad voice “They cut off my favorite shirt.” We laughed. When my mom arrived she was in tears. She couldn’t believe such a horrible thing could’ve happened to us, and neither could we. I tried to be strong and shed a few tears with my mom then tried to get her to stop crying. She made sure we got the best care we could.
I ended up breaking both my legs and my right wrist. My father couldn’t breathe on his own so he had a tube down his throat and my sister just fractured her collarbone otherwise known as her clavicle. I got special treatment most of the time while I was in the hospital except one nurse who had got me out of surgery. After surgery you’re suppose to start eating slowly, usually they give you ice. I knew this because of past references. This particular nurse had not let me have a piece of ice or a sip of water until I asked politely. I was in pain and I was crying to the other nurse in the room who would try to sneak me cups of ice and when the mean nurse found out she yelled at her. When I got out of that room I told my mom what had happened and she filed a complaint and the nurse got in trouble.
So knowing something is very tricky because you don’t always know until you do. I shared this story with you because it plays a very important role in my past that very few people know. Every once and awhile I get asked “what are the scars on your legs from?” and I answer a car accident they give me a gasp and an apology then forget that they have ever been told that. So to know is different from wanting to know or believing you know because what you think you know may be what you very much know. And although people may know I have gotten in a car accident they don’t know anything about it or me or my family.
Before I get into this, there are a few things you should know. I know what it's like to have grown up with horrible parents to each other never to me or my sister. In kindergarten I wished every birthday candle every penny thrown into a fountain etc. for my parents to get a divorce. At the time I never knew how lucky I was for having a full house with all my family and took it for granted. Sadly the truth is they finally did get separated (the proper term because they were never married). For those of you reading this who do have both your parents still happily married or alive my advice is this don't take it for granted! I grew up as a middle child which meant I couldn't make any mistakes my older sister made and I had to be a good role model and best friend to my little sister. My older sister was never around much so I never really got to know her and I hated my little sister when i was younger but now I realize she’s amazing and I love her and she's my best friend.
In 2012 on February 2, around 7:30 I got into a head on collision. I was in the car with my dad and my little sister, and I was sitting in the back with no seatbelt on. There was a guitar next to me and very little legroom. I remember singing and talking and then all of sudden waking up to a cold place and weird taste in my mouth like i had just grinded up my teeth and then put it in my mouth. I can’t remember what was real and what wasn’t but I’m pretty sure I opened the door and tried to walk but fell to the ground. I got back in the car and remember not knowing where my dad or sister was. A voice yelled out “SAM” I knew it was my father's voice. Then I saw my sister in the front seat. When the ambulance arrived and got my sister all ready to go she kept shouting “is this a dream” all I could think to do was laugh. My dad and sister got in the first ambulance and I had to wait a while until my chariot arrived. I felt alone and also I didn’t know how to feel at all at the same time. My mother was in San Diego for a work conference and couldn’t get on the road until the next day. When I arrived at the hospital, the emergency room was filled with nice helping people. They kept bringing me warm blankets because I kept shivering. I believe I was in shock but I can’t recall. They put me in a colorful room surrounded by murals on the walls and my sister was lying on the bed next to mine. She said in a sad voice “They cut off my favorite shirt.” We laughed. When my mom arrived she was in tears. She couldn’t believe such a horrible thing could’ve happened to us, and neither could we. I tried to be strong and shed a few tears with my mom then tried to get her to stop crying. She made sure we got the best care we could.
I ended up breaking both my legs and my right wrist. My father couldn’t breathe on his own so he had a tube down his throat and my sister just fractured her collarbone otherwise known as her clavicle. I got special treatment most of the time while I was in the hospital except one nurse who had got me out of surgery. After surgery you’re suppose to start eating slowly, usually they give you ice. I knew this because of past references. This particular nurse had not let me have a piece of ice or a sip of water until I asked politely. I was in pain and I was crying to the other nurse in the room who would try to sneak me cups of ice and when the mean nurse found out she yelled at her. When I got out of that room I told my mom what had happened and she filed a complaint and the nurse got in trouble.
So knowing something is very tricky because you don’t always know until you do. I shared this story with you because it plays a very important role in my past that very few people know. Every once and awhile I get asked “what are the scars on your legs from?” and I answer a car accident they give me a gasp and an apology then forget that they have ever been told that. So to know is different from wanting to know or believing you know because what you think you know may be what you very much know. And although people may know I have gotten in a car accident they don’t know anything about it or me or my family.